I THINK that the feature on Facebook is called MyDay.
Or MyStory.
It doesn’t matter to me.
I don’t often use it.
But when I use it, I usually add music to my story post.
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I’m not sure how many songs there are that are available in that function of Facebook.
But I am always prompted five which have become favorites:
“It’s a Beautiful Day” by Michael Buble.
“Happy to Be Here” by Wookiefoot.
“Happy Together” by Sally Moore.
“Thank You for Sunshine” by Fayez Ace Bundi.
“Love My Life” by Robbie Williams.
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I’m not sure that they’re everything, but I know that these are my default songs.
They’re the soundtrack of my life these days.
And I can always believe them.
By the titles alone, you shall know my life.
A relaxed life full of gratefulness and thanksgiving all hours of the day.
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For me, it’s all about the joy of receiving grace.
Of a heart genuinely grateful.
Truly content, simple, and happy.
Occasionally, I eat.
Like I would order a good steak and pay P1,200 for lunch.
But for most of the time, I am happy with P20 coffee (probably P130 if it’s from Starbucks).
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During the day, I eat a lot of fruits.
A mango could cost me P30.
An avocado, P20.
A small golden watermelon, P50.
Red watermelon of the same size, probably P30.
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Those are the local prices of fruits.
But people tend to give me the fruits for free.
Or for a big discount.
It gives them joy to give me something, so they say.
Or I have only heard those lines twice or thrice, but I always remember it when I’m thinking of fruits.
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I can pay for my coffee.
But most of the time, people love to pay for my coffee.
I let them.
Of course, I may have to entertain them a little bit with my stories, and views of news.
People love to hear my opinions.
People love my no holds barred way of self-expression.
It liberates them.
It makes them soar in their imagination.
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That day we went to the islet, I reminisced the cost of enjoying the same experience in the bayous of Puerto Rico, and the swamps of Louisiana.
Maybe $150 in Puerto Rico.
Maybe $200 in fast boat with alligator tour in New Orleans.
In Dumangas, we paid P300 ($6) for the tricycle.
P500 ($10) for the boat; I gave the P150 ($3) tip to the boatman.
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The visit to the islet of our childhood was with high school batch ‘86.
Meaning, we were all in our early 50s.
So I started asking about sex and married life.
Two of us were widowed.
One is divorced/annulled.
One is an old maid.
Two are married.
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Sex positivist that I am, I played sex guru again.
When was the last time you had sex?
Mine was just the night before. Haha.
When did you last give your man a blowj*b?
And I am shocked that some women do not perform fellatio, or are feeling it is ‘sinful’.
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What the hell?
You are 54, and you cannot perform a great blowj*b?
What did you get married for?
Hoy! There is a special place in hell reserved for you.
So yeah, this woman, my age, married, has six children, and ten grandchildren.
Apparently, they don’t practice back door sex either.
How missionary!
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The other widow, also 54, has a 38-year old lover.
Who worships her like he adores oysters.
Damn! I wish I had a 38 year old.
Why am I stuck with 21 or 22 or 23 year olds? Haha.
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But I am just saying these things!
In truth, I am grateful with whatever comes my way.
I love the flirting of the teenagers, but they are just not my type.
Some of them could be fully formed, and big, and could nearly be my type, but the legal age status always make my dick limp.
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One time, a 16-year old try to hustle me.
I turned him down, told him to see me when he turns 18.
I probably won’t take him then.
I mean, boys these type, they’d be big whores by the time they’re 18.
And with whatever kind of people they go with just to get wam-pipti, sexually transmitted infections are not unexpected at all./PN
